School Run Etiquette

At 3 weeks in, I’m still a rookie when it comes to this whole school run bizo. Even so, at this early stage in my career I’ve already made a couple of interesting observations regarding parent behaviour during school pick up & drop off time.

In the spirit of being a supportive fellow parent, I’ve compiled a short list of handy points to remember when depositing your precious cargo at their educational institution.

1. Bus zones are for buses. Car parks are for cars.

2. Drop off zones are for quick drop offs, not parking.

3. Car parks are for parking cars, not quick drop offs.

4. Teacher only car parks are ONLY for teachers.

Now please stop me if I’m going to fast for you. I know it can be tricky…

5. The speed limit in school zones is 40. There is no “1” in front of it.

6. A speed bump is designed to slow you down. Building up speed on approach really does defeat the purpose.

7. I understand that some of you feel that shoes are optional attire. Pants, however, are most definitely NOT.

And lastly, but most importantly:

 8. Neither your time, nor your child, is more important than mine or anyone else’s. 

Please show some common courtesy and respect.

Does the school run get a little unruly in your neck of the woods?

Things I know: A week of celebration!

The colour of Champagne

Wow, it has been such a huge week. And it’s not done yet! We’ve had quite a few things to celebrate so here’s the “Things I know” wrap up:

 I know I’m so super duper happy that my boy was finally accepted into the school we wanted. The relief when they phoned opened a flood gate of tears (for me). He is very excited and so ready.

I know the Christmas holidays will drag as I’m going to be asked every day “Can I go to my new school yet?” !!

I know 13 years ago not many people would have thought that The Man and I would still be together, let alone happily married with a menagerie.

I know that the Wilful One was so excited to turn 5 this week. He had an awesome time at Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary on his birthday.

I know that I was grateful The Organised Housewife posted egg-free cupcake recipes just in time for me to make 2 dozen of them for preschool (they were a huge hit!)

I know that Saturday night I will have a very tired but happy boy after two back-to-back birthday celebrations.

I know seeing Pam Ayres perform live was fantastic. I took my mum as an early birthday present and we both thoroughly enjoyed it. An amazing lady with a wicked sense of humour.

Of course, there is a flip side to everything and there are a couple of things I know I’m not so excited about this week:

I know that I’m going to spend the rest of the day doing housework and stressing over  dust bunnies and crumbs. I know it’s needless as my family love me regardless of cobwebs.

I know that I’m so sad that my 5 week holiday is over and I have to return to the grindstone next week.

I know that I was a bit ambitious in all the things I planned to do while I was on leave but at least I made it through 3/4 of my list (ok maybe 2/3).

I also know that the end of my holiday signifies that Christmas is approaching like a freight train. Time to get organised. Eeek!

Have you had something to celebrate this week? Please share!

Linking up with Shae from Yay for Home for Things I Know.





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Hot date & a trip to Hogwarts

This morning I had a hot date with a very handsome young man.

After we dropped Bam Bam off at kindy, the Wilful One & I ran a few errands, had some sushi and then headed to our Prep interview.

Waiting outside the Principal’s office transported me back 25 years (eek!) in time. Why do school administration buildings carry such a shudder-worthy vibe, I wonder? All the folk wandering the halls seemed pleasant enough. I think it was the sound of the Deputy Principal scolding some children that made me sit on the edge of my seat.  It’s not that she was being shouty or cruel. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Her tone was a bit condescending, like she was talking to small children. Which of course she was. It just didn’t sit right with me as these children were obviously not preppies. They were young but not babies. Perhaps it’s just because I don’t speak to my kids like that.  Especially when they are in trouble!

In any case, it turned out to be the Deputy Principal with the sugary sweet scolding that we were scheduled to meet. Out she came all gushy and, well, sweet. How ironic it was that as we entered her office, she asked the Wilful One what his favourite colour was. “Pink” was his immediate (and predicted) response.  Taking a quick survey of the room, I immediately identified that my son and the lady with the sickly sweet voice had something in common.

On the desk there was a pink pencil-case, a pink pencil holder and an iPad in a pink case. On the wall there was a white board with a pink border and beneath that a sideboard with some pink ornaments. In the corner stood a tall glass vase with, you guessed it – pink flowers.

I quickly prompted the Wilful One to say his second favourite colour (purple) in a bid to reassure her I hadn’t primed him to charm her. Then I noticed what colour blouse she was wearing.  Purple.  She smiled sweetly and we progressed with the interview.

I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was something about this pink lady that struck me as familiar. It wasn’t until I mentioned to her that we were also on the waiting list of the new school in the area that it dawned on me.  When I watched her back straighten and her sweet smile tighten as a hint of an edge came to her voice, I suddenly realised who she reminded me of…

I know. I’m being a little mean and judgemental. Miss Deputy Pink was young and perky and you never know, by the end of next year we  may be the best of friends.  I just couldn’t ignore the resemblance…

Do you know someone who reminds you of a movie character?

I’m excited to be linking up with Jess @ Diary of a Stay at Home Mum for the very first time for IBOT. It will be shortlived but hopefully for the next few weeks while I’m on holidays I’ll be able to say:






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Things I know this week

I know Friday’s the day I link up with Shae from Yay for Home !

I know I didn’t cope as well as I expected for the 5 days The Man was away. Usually life is easier with one less male around. Not this time!

I know at times I was a bit unreasonable with the kids. I hope the visage of screaming-banshee-mother is not permanently imprinted on their psyche.

I know my diet went out the window. I wish there was a pill you could pop for stress-eating. One for motivation & self-control would be good, too.

I know I’m hopelessly in love with the beautiful scarf the divine Lou Lou brought back from Paris for me.

I know the boys are loving their Paris tee’s and Harrods bears, too. Spoilt!

I know I’m irrationally nervous about the Wilful One’s Prep interview next Tuesday. Especially since it’s for a school that I’m hoping we don’t have to send him to.

I know toilet training Bam Bam is every bit as painful as I anticipated it to be. That kid has no respect for hygiene.

I know I’m so glad to be on holidays!!!

I know I’m feeling pretty darn virtuous for planning out my 5 weeks of holidays and scheduling all my to-do’s. I’ve scheduled long overdue catch ups, assigned weeks for household de-cluttering tasks and listed all the odd jobs I need to do. I’ve even allocated days for writing blog posts!

I know I needed to do this otherwise I run the risk of spending 5 weeks sitting front of the computer in my PJ’s as a result of  feeling completely overwhelmed by all the things I want to achieve and the Procrastination Gene will kick in big time. And that is NOT going to happen!

Do you need to organise yourself with schedules and lists like me?

Grateful for day dreams

It’s been a bit of a rough week. As a coping mechanism I’ve found myself doing a spot of day dreaming. It is with much gratitude that I skip out of reality sometimes!

I’d like to think of it as enhancing one’s life through the power of positive thinking. Realistically though, it’s just plain wishful thinking. 

Step into my fantasy land:

The Man (who for day dreaming purposes is sometimes David Boreanaz) is gainfully employed in a lucrative pursuit that makes him happy.

I am not only maintaining a very witty and successful blog, but also writing regular submissions for several popular publications.

The boys are enrolled in a prestigious, but not pretentious, local school that has amazing music, performing arts and sporting curriculums as well as a very nice P & C.

We live in a modest but palatial house by the water (where I have my own bathroom – no sharing!). We have a house keeper, Joyce, who does the ironing, minds the kids while I’m getting my hair done and has been known to whip up a sumptuous 5 course dinner at short notice.

Our humble abode is in a very private location but still, of course, in walking distance to the local cafe, farmer’s markets and school.

This is fortunate because my personal trainer is world renowned for discovering an innovative weight loss technique which simply involves walking a little and doing the things you enjoy most each day.  Needless to say, with all the latte drinking and ocean gazing, I’m looking very svelte and toned.

Oh, and I drive a BMW X5 (no, I am not a wanker but you can’t expect a girl to walk everywhere).

I know it’s all very materialistic faff and I really am grateful for my humble home and life of privilege, but sometimes it’s nice to dream, right?

What do you daydream about?

 Oh and while you’re day dreaming, don’t forget to visit Maxabella loves…for more thankful thoughts.





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Grateful for… my humble home

Lately I have been feeling quite negative about my home, my neighbourhood, my suburb.

It’s been a feeling that has been growing for a few years but has really escalated with the saga of getting our little boy into school.  You see, we live on the outskirts of a suburb that has a very mixed demographic.   When we moved here 10 years ago our little cottage was the last house in our sleepy street. Our big block is at the top of a hill. We had a wonderful view, a neighbouring farm and an environmental park across the street.  We had lovely neighbours whose kids would play cricket outside our house, scaring away the wallabies who would come to eat our grass. It was bliss.

But our neighbours have moved, the farm is now a development and the wallabies have found a new home. Things have changed immeasurably.  Our plan was to move before our first child went to school. Enter the GFC and its devastating effect on the building industry. My husband’s industry.  Enter anxiety about money, weeks without work, plans put on hold.

We are far from destitute (fortunately as being frugal is not my strong point) but committing to a large mortgage when our financial future is uncertain is not a situation we want to be in.

So here we are today. Not in the catchment area of the school we want. Anxious about the prospect of sending our baby to a school with a somewhat questionable reputation. (But perhaps I’m a school snob? Possibly a concept that needs to be explored in another post).

All my emotions – confusion, resentment, anxiety, disappointment – have been directed at our house. If only it was 2km down the road!  We can’t sell. We can’t buy. Trapped.

But then I took the time to look, really look, around our house, our home. 

Every significant event in my life in the last 10 years has a memory associated with this house.  I remember when we first joked about the idea of getting married in Fiji, sitting in the dining room of this home. I can tell you the exact spot I was standing in the hallway when my doctor phoned to say was I pregnant with Will. The living room is the backdrop of a vivid recollection of sitting, heavily pregnant, sobbing as my mum told us my grandfather was gone. 

And most importantly, all of my boys firsts – rolls, steps, words, all happened here. In our home.  A place that echoes daily with their cheeky laughter, mischievous play and raucous rough-housing.  

Yes, there’s the daggy kitchen, total lack of storage (think golf clubs living in the laundry) and of course the horrid retro red and black bathroom that I can never get 100% mold free.  But there is also the magnificent bottle tree, the pool and of course the brick fireplace that I fell in love with the moment I walked in the door.

How can I resent such a special place?  This house is our first family home.  It is a place my boys will remember and treasure their whole lives.

I can’t resent a place like that. I can only be so very, very grateful.

Don’t forget to visit Maxabella loves…for more thankful thoughts.

Neé knows… a spoon full of sugar

Votre responsable être léché

If only there was a little more Mary Poppins magic in the world. I’m certainly not anywhere near practically perfect in ANYway, but here are my little pearls of wisdom this week:

I know I’m super excited about getting Mary Poppins tix for January!

I know that I was bordering on fraudulent when I ticked the box on the census stating I spend 30+ hours on domestic duties. My defence is that I misread the question as “how many hours SHOULD you be spending on domestic duties”.

I know that I was being very generous ticking the census box stating that The Man spends “5 to 14 hours” on domestic duties.

I know it’s a sign I’m finally growing up when no mummy-tantrum was forthcoming the day we pulled up at daycare and my preschooler declared he left his lunch box at home, AGAIN. Mary Poppins would be proud.

I know that belting out Adele’s “Somebody Like You” in the car is amazingly therapeutic even if it does not sound particularly amazing.

I know that I will drive myself, and everyone around me, completely nuts waiting until November to have our school enrollment confirmed or denied.

I know (very deep down) that my boy will be alright no matter what school he goes to. He is such an amazing little human being who is super intelligent, compassionate, strong-willed and so very very loved.

I know that I am so very fortunate in life and need to be more grateful for things like the roof over my head (I’ll explore this further in tomorrow’s grateful post).

I know that I really just need to take a step back and get a little perspective. Perhaps a spoon full of sugar would help…

I’m linking up with the lovely Shae from Yay for Home’s Things I Know.

What’s your favourite piece of Mary Poppins magic?



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Things I know & am grateful for…


Here’s a little collection of things I know & am grateful for this week:

I know people deserve to be acknowledged for good stuff they do, even if it’s just “what they get paid for”.

I am grateful for my son’s kindy teachers as they take such good care of him & love him almost as much as we do (demonstrated by homemade caramel fudge & choc-chip cookies). I’m very sad he’s moving out of their room next week.

I’m grateful for the folk at work helping me with the massive task of facilitating 3 weeks consecutive training (demonstrated by Ferrero Rochers). So, so grateful!!!

I know nothing says “thank you” better than chocolate!

I (now) know & am VERY grateful that stuff kids say is usually just that. Often nothing for neurotic overprotective mummy’s to lose sleep over *ahem*

I know & am grateful that Vegemite on toast IS a wholesome and acceptable dinner time offering every once in a while.

I know my babies are growing too fast.

I know if I can’t get my son into our school of choice, I will buy a caravan & set up home in the school car park so we are classified as “in-catchment”.

Ok, so those last two don’t  fall under the “Grateful” category but are definitely things I know for sure!

What are you grateful for this week & what do you know for sure?

Today I’m linking up for the first time with Yay for Home’s Things I Know & don’t forget to pop over to the gorgeous Maxabella loves… for some more thankful thoughts.


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